PANEL TWO EXT. OXFORD ST SAMEIn the foreground is Bruce,
our protagonist. A sturdy, well-built man in his early 20s. He sports a 3 day growth and has a look of contempt on his face.
In the background is the busy, wild and essentially screwed up Oxford St nightlife, drag queens and all. (Given its 50+ years
in the future, I presume things are even more fucked up than they already are).

KID (OP): HEY MISTAH! PAGE TWO

PANEL ONEClose on Bruces face. He is looking OP towards
the direction of the little runts voice.

PANEL TWOThe homeless kid is slouched against a wall with
his hand out, begging for charity. He is poorly clothed, but his face and hands show no signs of dirt or wear.

PANEL THREESimilar shot but wider. Bruce is now in frame,
kneeling down in front of the kid, looking curious.

BRUCE: WHAT IS IT I CAN DO FOR YOU SON?KID: HOW A BOUT
GIVEN ME A BIT OF MONEY?BRUCE: IM A BIT STRETCHED AT THE MOMENT KID. ANYTHING ELSE I CAN DO?

PANEL FOURClose on the kids face. He is pissed off now.

KID: YEAH THERE IS SOMETHING YOU CAN DO FOR ME.

PANEL FIVEProfile shot. The kid quickly pulls out a Neuro
Stick. It is a fairly small, metallic stick that is glowing in its heightened state of readiness.

PANEL SIXShot from the side. The cheeky bastard hits Bruce
with the Neuro Stick sending him into a state of shock. A bunch of onlookers witness the event, some stunned, some amused.

KID: TAKE THAT YA BASTARD!!

PANEL SEVENBruces pov. He is stunned, on the ground and
looking up at the kid and a bunch on onlookers. His vision is blurred.